Roast Beef, Medium by Edna Ferber
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"'Honestly, I'd wear it myself!'" "'I've lived petticoats, I've talked petticoats, I've dreamed petticoats--why, I've even worn the darn things!'" "And found himself addressing the backs of the letters on the door marked 'Private'" "'Shut up, you blamed fool! Can't you see the lady's sick?'" "At his gaze that lady fled, sample-case banging at her knees" "In the exuberance of his young strength, he picked her up" "She read it again, dully, as though every selfish word had not already stamped itself on her brain and heart" "'Not that you look your age--not by ten years!"' "'Christmas isn't a season ... it's a feeling; and, thank God, I've got it!'" "No man will ever appreciate the fine points of this little garment, but the women--" "Emma McChesney ... I believe in you now! Dad and I both believe in you'" "It had been a whirlwind day" |
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